The summer after I graduated from college, I visited my old music school. Feeling terribly grown-up and worldly, I wanted to revisit a place of my Youth And Innocence.
I went to the fifth floor and walked down the hallway to pause at the spot where I had thrown up after having eaten a bad hamburger.
I went to the third floor and sat outside the practice room where a boy had tried (quite nearly successfully) to woo me by humming Bach's Piano Concerto in D Minor in my ear.
I went to the cafeteria to sit at the table where we had gotten drunk one lunch-time on some cheap wine someone had smuggled in.
I walked by the sofa on which JL had cried and cried her heart out upon learning that Simon Le Bon got married.
I left my music school that day feeling quite smug that I was so much more sophisticated and mature than I had been as a child.
One day soon I'd like to go back and do that tour again. But I suspect that this time I'll walk away with the realization that I haven't changed at all.
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